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Peter Pan
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Kemba
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Shut the f*ck up, nigga Most my OGs let me down Doin' cocaine, usin' codeine heavy now I was wearing niggas' Akademik hand me downs Now they formin' habits now Kids I used to see in strollers started carrying weapons now Wakin' up to shots fired Lil' niggas gangbangin' over breakfast now Scared they finna blow their brains out Cops checkin' bags like it's JFK Why you messin' with us? Squares moved in, whole block left Rich niggas playin' Tetris with us Diamonds on my neck stuck to me, they was pressurin' us Hoes started running extras with them niggas Most of 'em turned special witness niggas Always thought of running, it was hell there Momma was too proud to ask for welfare Either you was Lance, Sebastian Telfair Or you brought the pack and moved it elsewhere We all dreamt of be being Prince of Bel Air Teachers skipped the name 'cause who the hell cares? How you let a little nigga sell here? Wanna hold a pistol, nigga? Hell yeah NYPD playing catchup LAPD playing catchup Shorty changed my shit to Kesha Why the f*ck you playin' Kesha? Put a dollar on my vision board, niggas took the money out the center I can't even manifest it, had to learn to be protective Now all I see is these old niggas actin' like Peter Pan I taught myself how to be a man Made mistakes, now I see the plan I taught myself how to reinvent Nobody asked if I need a hand Nobody thought I would be advanced Niggas live in Never-Neverland I taught myself how to be the man, nigga They was robbin' little niggas after school I was taught don't let a f*ck nigga front on me Hid the weapon in a paper baggy Either show the gun or get the f*ck from in front of me Only God and momma keep me company They the ones that saves me from my enemies I can't even see no similarities You was stayin' up for Linda Ellerbee Ran the city, gave me hypertension You ain't got no problems you just hypin' tension You ain't tryna squabble, you just like attention Put my life on the line like I'm Michael Bennett Shootin' warnings with the hopes you might get mentioned Had to distance from 'em, went a mile a minute Used to ask what they would do in my position 'Til they start a sentence with "In my opinion" Nigga no, I was livin' off of cold cuts, bread butter and a toaster Say it on record so when a writer want a close up You ain't gettin' any closer Niggas be hittin' me, "Man I used to love your old stuff Used to do it for the culture" Niggas'll use it to try to pay me with exposure You about to get disposed of Every time you call my phone, need a loan Oh no no, I don't even pick it up Twenty years done come and gone, been the same all along You don't even switch it up Throw a chair, then throw a fit Throw the fair, wouldn't throw the fists Where's the love? It don't exist Momma panic, call the pigs You get out and do it all again Bunch of old niggas actin' like Peter Pan I taught myself how to be a man Made mistakes, now I see the plan I taught myself how to reinvent Nobody asked if I need a hand Nobody thought I would be advanced Niggas live in Never-Neverland Shut the f*ck up, nigga
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